Bobby’s On Fire

Bobby stood in the moonlight and took in the situation. With a single strike, the head of the match burst into flames, then rising to the end of his cigarette, the tobacco cracked as it lit. He breathed it in, then out, and then dropped the cigarette to the ground, and twisted it out with the toe of his black suede boot. This was no time for a cigarette.

He looked at himself in the reflection of a darkened window; his hair was slicked back, his sideburns cut perfectly to his square jaw, and the scar on his cheek was barely visible now. He took a deep breath, and victory filled the air. This was Bobby’s night, and he felt every second of it.

“It’s time to go.” she whispered in his ear. He turned and there stood Rita, the most beautiful woman in the world. Her long red hair flowed around her face and over the soft white skin of her shoulders. She wore pearls around her neck, and precious jewels hung from her ears. Every inch of Rita surged with energy and electricity, and her breath was excited. Bobby was mesmerized by her breasts, rising and falling under the luscious fabric of her dress. She looked at Bobby with the whole world in her eyes. He was in love.

He held out his hand, she took it, and the two of them walked out onto a vast patio lit with flames. The palace was behind them, the sea in front, and their heels echoed on polished marble.

Torches pierced the darkness in every direction, and in the distance they could see the center of the sprawling patio, and the crowd that had gathered. As they approached, every head turned, and every eye caught their gaze. Bobby thought this was the coolest thing he’d ever seen and walked eagerly on. The torches formed a corridor that lead to a central platform, where a great figure awaited. Side by side they walked through the columns of flames, climbed the few stairs to the platform, and knelt before the great imposing figure. Bobby looked at Rita and could see the reflections of flames dancing in her eyes.

“Bobby.” the great voice said. “Bobby, do you take this woman?”

“Yes,” he said. “Yes, I do.”